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Meng Jiao was awakened by the memory of morning exercise engraved in her muscles early in the morning, so she couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

After struggling to free herself from He Xuan's arms, she wanted to go back home, but then she remembered someone gasping and mumbling in her ear last night, not letting her leave.

She never knew that beneath his humble and polite appearance, he was actually so clingy. It was as if he had closed his heart before and no one could get in, but now that he had opened his heart to everyone, she realized that she had quietly become everything to him.

Hearing the voice asking about herself in the room, Meng Jiao stood up, pushed the door and walked in. When she looked up, she saw Zishu Hexuan, who had just washed his face and was wearing a royal blue robe, preparing to tie the jade pendant on his belt.

Seeing that she really didn't leave, Zishu Hexuan couldn't hide the joy between his brows. He stepped forward to hug her and gently kissed the corner of her eye.

"Are your hands still sore?"

Before Meng Jiao could react, a numbing touch brushed across her skin. It was like someone was holding her in the palm of their hand and caring for her. She felt inexplicably in a good mood.

That was the problem. If she hadn't seen Qi Cheng standing there like a big man, she would have thought that this was still the same time as they were in bed last night.

"Well, you really won't go to court?"

He waved his hand to let Qi Cheng go out with a smile, then put the jade pendant in her palm and asked her to help him.

It was clearly her who had a dazed look in her eyes and looked down upon me last night, but why did she start thinking about avoiding suspicion after waking up?

"Well, I've asked for leave. Winter is coming soon. I'll accompany you to look for medicinal herbs first."

I stroked the ancient jade in my hand and carefully identified it, only to find that it was the one I had given as a gift.

The little gift he was given was carefully woven into a ring and worn on his body.

"What about the Queen Mother? You haven't been there for a long time."

He held her hand tightly and walked out, thinking back to the scene of the Queen Mother's angry words a few days ago.

"It's okay. If I don't go, they can do it."

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In this way, under the leadership of Zishu Hexuan, Meng Jiao was able to visit the largest dark market in the capital.

Although there are good and bad people in it, the medicinal materials are rare and comprehensive, and there are even many rare species obtained from the Hu people.

Meng Jiao was obsessed with purchasing medicinal materials at this time. She even threatened to take Zishu and He Xuan to the Hu people's territory to wholesale medicinal materials after the war was over. She had no idea that her sister-in-law had gone to her Chang'an Palace early in the morning and had been waiting for a day and a night.

The remaining red is light and faint, spreading across the gray sky little by little. In the early morning of late autumn and early winter, the cool breeze is biting.

Wushuang snorted loudly, and after Mengjiao got off the horse, he rubbed her back affectionately.

Meng Jiao staggered and when she reached out to slap her, she saw that she had already run away.

He patted his wrinkled clothes and walked towards the inner courtyard. Unexpectedly, when he looked up, he saw Su Yin, who had been waiting for him for who knows how long.

Meng Jiao subconsciously put her hands up to cover her neck, secretly cursing Nan Xiao for not informing her earlier.

Nan Xiao, who didn't find her last night and was squatting at the back door early in the morning, was scolded afterwards and could only eat two more meat buns for breakfast out of grievance.

Su Yin strode towards Meng Jiao with a gloomy face, raised her hand and pulled away the hand she was covering. When she saw the red dots on it, she, as someone who had experienced it, instantly understood.

She immediately ordered the servants around her to get her saber. Her intimidating posture frightened Meng Jiao so much that she screamed "Hey!" and hurriedly stopped the man.

"Sister-in-law, listen to my explanation. It's not what you think."

Su Yin glanced at her with a look of disappointment. In her mind, she had already replayed the scene of the Qin family's ancestors in the underworld scolding her dozens of times.

"What? You think your sister-in-law is stupid, he...he is just bullying you because you don't know anything, you get out of the way, you don't understand, your sister-in-law will definitely chop him down today!"

Seeing that Wen Bo and the servants were still watching, Meng Jiao had no choice but to say "Excuse me, sister-in-law" and picked her up. While she was stunned, she hurriedly walked towards her own yard.

"Sister-in-law, it's not what you think. We...are not really like that. Don't worry, I will explain it to you slowly."

Su Yin was completely dazed when she was picked up, but she immediately got back to the point when she heard her say that.

"Who is that? It was wrong for him not to let you go back home. How could he not know that this would ruin your reputation? But he still did it. He is shameless!"

After kicking the small door of her yard, Meng Jiao put Su Yin down, scratched her head and explained,

"Sister-in-law, in fact, the shameless person you mentioned... is me..."

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Before leaving Chang'an Palace, Su Yin was still immersed in her sister-in-law's explanation.

All kinds of questions were circling in his mind. Not only did his sister-in-law flirt with someone on the way back, but after being rejected, she also went to Prince Jing's mansion to stay overnight?

She was seduced by an abstinent prince and was determined to marry him, and then when he proposed, she said she wanted to go to war?

If I hadn't seen her take out Zishu He Xuan's official seal and private seal, as well as the tokens and keys of various forces that she had locked up, I would have really suspected that I was hallucinating.

But when her surprise gradually subsided, she suddenly had a deeper connection.

The prince's marriage must be arranged by the royal family, and they never seemed to worry about being interfered with or stopped...

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, another twenty days have passed. Meng Jiao has converted all the available cash on hand into supplies and sent them to the border.

Food, fodder, salt, horses and medicinal materials, but only weapons and equipment had to be provided by the emperor's 200,000 elite troops.

The north wind was biting, the cold air was invading, the leaden clouds were heavy and low,

It was midnight when they heard rustling sounds outside the window. Zishu Hexuan opened the window and brought in someone who was pretending to be asleep on the bed, wrapped in a thick blanket.

Meng Jiao leaned against him softly, and quietly opened her eyes, only to meet his eyes that had already seen through everything. She quickly turned her head away and tried to change the subject.

"Snowing."

Zishu Hexuan lowered his head, his tiredness and depression difficult to hide. In the end, he said nothing, but just hugged the person in his arms tighter.

The snowflakes danced lightly, like catkins in the wind, fluttering all over the ground. In a short time, a thin layer of snow accumulated on the palace walls and between the eaves.

All things in the world are covered in white gauze, simple and tranquil, yet cold and thin.

The two of them didn't say anything. They just sat in front of the window hugging each other for a long time, until Meng Jiao turned around and fell into his eyes filled with loneliness.

"He Xuan, aren't you cold?"

Zishu Hexuan seemed to have just come back to his senses. He moved his stiff body and stood up, holding her and walking towards the bed.

"I was forced to practice martial arts by you, so how could I feel cold? The first snow is bound to look a little crazy. Go to sleep, I will be back after I am done."

After saying this, he kissed Meng Jiao's lips, then turned around and went back to the desk in the outer room to work.

Meng Jiao raised her hand to stop him, but she was a step too slow.

After sitting quietly for a while, she finally stood up and moved closer to him step by step.

On the desk, Zishu Hexuan pinched his brows tiredly, preparing to finish his work as soon as possible and go back to hug her whom he hadn't seen for a few days.

When I heard her getting off the bed, I turned around nervously and she leaned over and pecked me lightly. Then her rare soft voice rang in my ears.

"He Xuan, let's get married secretly?"

As the year draws to a close, news of failed counterattacks against Xiling's anomalies has come from Ximing Pass several times, and the court is in a state of panic.

The best strategy is to attack the enemy's plans, the next best is to destroy his alliances, the next best is to attack his soldiers, and the next best is to attack his cities. Everyone knows that war is the worst strategy, but there is nothing they can do about it. Even if the tree wants to be still, the wind will not stop.

The emperor, Zishu Zhuojun, originally wanted to pacify the two small countries that were at the end of their strength to establish his prestige and thereby gain the support of the people and military power. However, after mobilizing his troops with great confidence, he was defeated by Xia Yi's soldiers wearing Xiling armor.

This move, which ended up costing the emperor more than he gained, caused private complaints from court officials and the people, who wrote letters requesting that the command of the border be returned to the hands of the King of Chang'an.

Meanwhile, in the court, because of Zishu Hexuan's deliberate suspension and the instigation of the empress dowager by people deliberately arranged, the empress dowager finally stopped hiding her ambitions and threatened the emperor with the political talents in Zhongshu, forcing the emperor to make Zhongshu independent.

The emperor's son Shu Zhuo Jun refused to give in, and the long-accumulated contradictions were completely intensified. In the court, the two factions were evenly matched, pretending to be submissive, but their hearts were not in harmony.

Meng Jiao stayed indoors, waiting for the right time, under the pretext that her body had not recovered from the poisoning.

Although Zishu Hexuan was reluctant, he was afraid that it would restrict her wings, so he worked hard.

As early as when the news of the first defeat came back from the border, Zishu Hexuan knew clearly that there was not much time left before Meng Jiao left him.

Although he tried hard to control it, the reluctance and worry spreading in his heart still made him miserable. It was clearly the time when they were most inseparable from each other, but he was forced to accept separation.

On the one hand, I emotionally hope that she will not leave me, but on the other hand, I rationally rebuke myself for not stopping her from fulfilling her ambitions.

Sometimes, he really wished he was still a young boy, so that he could force her to love him more without restraint.

Unfortunately, he is not and cannot.

So when Meng Jiao said the word "get married", you can imagine how trembling his heart was...

He also wanted to tell her with a smile that she didn't have to do this for him, and that it would be the same if they came back and got married.

But the fact was that he couldn't help it and cried for the first time in twenty years. Then he chickened out and burrowed into her arms, asking her if she really wanted to.

In the early morning of the next day after Meng Jiao proposed to get married, Zishu Hexuan brought the betrothal gifts that had been prepared long ago and the fortune teller who had calculated the wedding date based on their birth dates to the Qin residence.

Although Su Yinyue and Nishang had been informed by Mengjiao in advance, they were still surprised when they actually saw the betrothal gifts that filled the entire outer courtyard.

How well hidden one must be to be able to easily pull out treasures that are worth half of the national treasury.

Seeing that this person no longer made things difficult for them, the two happily witnessed the signing of their marriage certificate.

This is Jiaojiao's own choice. Besides, only someone who is so reserved can protect Jiaojiao from suffering.

The twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month was only one day away from the royal sacrifice before New Year's Day. This was also the earliest and most auspicious day that Zishu Hexuan had hastily prepared.

Although the wind was cold, the Prince Jing's mansion was warm. The two wore wedding attire and bowed to each other in front of the spirit tablet of Yu Zishu and He Xuan's late mother.

Due to current circumstances, they were unable to be too public, but this also gave the two of them more time to be alone.

After sending off the family members who were standing by to witness the marriage, Meng Jiao coughed dryly and walked slowly into the courtyard with the sword in hand.

Zishu Hexuan stared at her stupidly, guessing what might happen next, and he became so nervous that he was speechless.

The moon is reflected in the snowy night, and Meng Jiao is dressed in a scarlet wedding dress, like a raging flame burning in the white mist.

The long sword was unsheathed, the cold light was everywhere, the flowing snow followed the wind, and swirled with the sword.

Meng Jiao sometimes bent down and rubbed her waist, then soared into the sky, with each sword move, outlining her graceful figure against the wind.

Zishu Hexuan stared blankly. There was snow and wind all over the sky, but his heart was burning with warmth.

The dance was over, and the sword was sheathed.

Meng Jiao hooked her long hair behind her ears, the sharp blade in her hand flashed slightly, and a strand of black hair quietly fell into her palm

She tied it with the red string around her wrist, a little clumsily.

"With this love, I will never forget you."

Clenching the peace locket that he had personally carved on his palm, Zishu Hexuan stroked his heart and lowered his head resignedly. When facing her, he would always be the loser.

Holding her hand and taking hair of the same length, Zishu Hexuan took the red rope and kept wrapping it around it until the entire red rope was used up, and then he tied a knot that could not be untied.

"We are married and we love each other. I will always remember your words, my wife. Don't break your promise."

Back in the bedroom, Zishu and He Xuanfei forced Meng Jiao to drink a bowl of ginger soup. Dancing outside for half an hour in the dead of winter would easily make one sick even if one had the best martial arts skills.

Meng Jiao was forced to sit on his lap, dodging left and right, but she refused to drink.

If you ask her what she dislikes most in this world, it must be ginger.

In her opinion, this thing is no less than an assassin in the food world. No matter where it is placed in the food, it will disappear without a trace. However, no matter how careful you are, you will unfortunately encounter a spicy attack.

So the bowl of ginger soup was dragged on, and in the end, less than half of the bowl was gone and all spilled on Zishu and Hexuan's wedding dress.

Zishu Hexuan never knew it would be so difficult to coax her to drink, but seeing how she resisted, he finally softened his heart and could only put the ginger soup aside and start to take off his wedding dress.

When she saw him taking off his clothes, Meng Jiao suddenly thought of the fire avoidance map that her second sister-in-law gave her the day before. Her face suddenly turned red for no reason, and she climbed onto the bed and got into the wedding quilt.

When Zishu Hexuan turned around, he saw his wife lying obediently with her back to him. The years were peaceful and he had never felt that happiness was so close to him.

I wish my days would be like this for the rest of my life. I am overjoyed when I think about it.

I got on the bed and reached out to hug her skillfully, only to find that she hadn't taken off her clothes.

Thinking that she was tired today and worried that she would not sleep well at night, he offered to help her.

No matter how arrogant they are on weekdays, they will inevitably be nervous when they really have to take up arms to go into battle. Zishu and He Xuan were exceptionally gentle today, which made Meng Jiao's heart itchy.

So she lost her patience, and while Zishu Hexuan was helping her with her hair, she directly grabbed his hand and put it into her inner shirt, then slid it up to cover the soft mass.

The wedding candles flickered, and Meng Jiao's neat undergarment became loose.

Flat and strong abdominal muscles, a cute trembling belly button, and the softness of jade under the palm.

Zishu Hexuan's lower back tightened, and his breathing suddenly became heavier.

"Jiaojiao, do you know what this means?"

Meng Jiao felt that the hand touching her seemed to burn her sanity as well. She took a deep breath, grabbed the tie of her shirt and put it into Zishu Hexuan's palm.

"Call me wife."

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